and a beautiful
waterproof wrapper.

THE BUCKET OF WATER--A composition for the milk-pail.

THE OVERFLOW--with a splendid engraving of the Surrey Zoological
Gardens, showing the overflow caused by a little Poole. "Exceedingly
playful."--_Musical Review._

THE CATS AND DOGS' SCHOTTISHE, as danced at all the Scottish Fetes in
Holland Park, Cremorne, &c.

And when the subject of rain-water is fairly pumped out, there are all
the other atmospheric changes, of which our climate offers such a
tempting variety, and some of which must surely contain a few of the
elements of success. We scarcely know which are the most ridiculous--the
titles that are given now-a-days to new shirts, or the subjects that are
chosen, as the sources of inspiration, by our musical composers.

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EXTREME CONSCIENTIOUSNESS.

The _Field_ newspaper prides itself in giving "No Reports of Prize
Fights." So conscientious is the paper in this particular, that it has
announced its determination--in the event of the decimal coinage being
adopted--to turn away every farthing, rather than derive a profit from a
single _mil_.

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CAUSE AND EFFECT.--It is said that a cause is always followed by effect,
but this is not the case at all events at law, where a cause is too
frequently followed by "No Effects."

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LINES ON THE BURIAL OF A BRITISH PROTESTANT IN SPAIN.

Not a knell gave out any funeral note,
As his corpse to the shingles we hurried;
And below water-mark we had bare leave got
That our countryman's bones should be buried.

We buried him, dog-like, on that mean site,
The tide on the point of turning,
At the wretched Spaniards' bigot spite
With contempt intensely burning.

No use in coffin enclosing his breast,
Nor in sheet nor in shroud that bound him!
For he lay where he scarce would remain long at rest,
With the ocean washing round him.

None at all were the prayers we read;
And we felt more of rage than sorrow,
As we thought on the brutes who insult us when dead,
And don't pay us alive what they borrow

We thought as we hollowed his shelly bed,
And smoothed down his pebbly pillow,
That the crabs and the lobsters would creep o'er his head,
And we with our fleets on the billow!

Lightly they'll talk of our spirit as gone!
Our guns might to atoms hav